what I want is you

My heart is broken, been broken for a month. I listen to Eve 6 and sit in this dorm room; with my textbooks surrounding me and think of our year together.

I write you this poem now because in the future we will be over. Over like lightning, fighting, hiding.

So it's my birthday and I'm 18. All I want is you. You used to say I'd find someone else but it's been a month and all I've seen is people who don't talk. They walk around, all in a circle and their eyes are downcast. But then I wake up.

What I want is you.

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